 | Hagar |  |
SONG OF THE ROSE.
I come not when the earth is brown, and gray
The skies—I am no flower of a day;
No crocus I—to bloom and pass away.
The skies—I am no flower of a day;
No crocus I—to bloom and pass away.
No cowslip bright, or hyacinth that clings
Close to the earth from which it springs,
Nor tulip, gay as song-birds wings.
Close to the earth from which it springs,
Nor tulip, gay as song-birds wings.
I am the royal rose, and all things fair
Grow fairer for my sake, the earth, the air
Proclaim the coming of the flower most rare.
Grow fairer for my sake, the earth, the air
Proclaim the coming of the flower most rare.
Green is the earth, and beautiful the sky,
And soft the breeze, that loves to linger nigh;
I am the rose, and who with me shall vie?
And soft the breeze, that loves to linger nigh;
I am the rose, and who with me shall vie?
The earth is full of gladness, all a-tune
With songs of birds, and now I come, O June!
To crown thee, month of beauty! with my bloom.
With songs of birds, and now I come, O June!
To crown thee, month of beauty! with my bloom.
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